The preparations for the war against Skadia began in Doomheim.

Weaponsmiths forged arms suited to face a dragon, while armorsmiths crafted insulated gear to withstand Skadia’s icy chill.

Enchanters worked on magical trinkets, and others designed and installed traps.

It was a war effort befitting a nation of blacksmiths.

Watching the dwarves work harder than usual, I silently let out a breath of relief.

‘I’m glad things are working out.’

[Convince the dwarves to prepare for the battle against Skadia.]

This was the main mission—one that couldn’t be avoided and shouldn’t be avoided.

Since arriving in Doomheim, I had to constantly raise the dwarves’ favorability to secure their cooperation.

There were many ways to improve favorability, but the problem was the lack of time.

In the game, simultaneous actions were possible on a single screen—raising favorability in Doomheim while treasure-hunting in Lake Fortress, for example.

But with time moving differently and having only one body in this world, when would I have time to set up a store and gather favorability?

‘I could delay heading to Lake Fortress and fighting the Orc King.’

But that would push back the final slave’s storyline too. If Darka died before I reached that point, it’d be even worse.

I needed a drastic solution.

That’s why I chose the fairy tale book.

I shattered the children’s innocence and struck at the dwarves’ pride. And the plan succeeded.

Now, while the dwarves prepared for war, it was time for me to make my own preparations. For that, I went to see Torvar.

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